"Season 7 Freestyle" lyrics
Sheep coat, mittens to match my girl's Chanel boots
You come around me, you see jewelry, smell coupes
In a drop top, the top drop, it fell, oops
'Cause I had more keys than any janitor belt loop
Let's talk about it, vehicles, jets, boats, skis
Veteran, these vegetarians ain't getting no cheese
Bitch said I'm rude, self-centered, I'm like, "Ho, please, I'm all that"
Yeah, she called back, baby, won't leave
"Why you put up with me?" I'm talking directly to her
'Cause I'm a fly nigga, still wear a car like a fur
I spin the block, it's a blur, my coke make you stop and just slur
But if it's a rock you prefer, I bought a pot and I stir
Stir, I'm talking wrist game, whip game
Slinging crack, "Bring It Back" is my nickname
Sweet Cie, Leonardo, talking 'bout DiCaprio
I will take a supermodel, turn her to her happy ho
Shout to Stetsasonic, baby girl, call me daddy-yo
400K in furniture, that's just on the patio
I don't do the chatty-patties, I will pull the ratty gladly
Get burned with this radiator, ask you say, "I'm baddy, yo"
West Side Harlem nigga, hung in El Barrio
You can ask Dave, Rox, Skee, the homie Gary
Or the Genovese crime family, Mark Raymario
Only Black nigga eight in rails, Pleasant Avenue
But y'all know I'm Lenox Avenue, that's facts and true
They love me like they love Boosie in Baton Rouge
Another level of this money, honey, had to tap into
Who better than the kid from Harlem, baby, is what I'm asking you?
Now she want eye contact, steady flirting
Lollipop in her mouth, the girl steady slurping
Told me her head was fire, shit, I said, "You certain?"
She said, "I'm certain," yeah, right, bet a Birkin
Got on her knees, can't lie, her neck was working
I'm 'bout to bust, grabbed her hair, now I had him jerking
She smiled, sheesh, I respect the smirking
But I told her, "My nut made you a better person"
Pounce, that's my bitch, we play like that
And my bitch got a bitch, bitch, we play like that
You don't like my lifestyle, I'm okay with that
We from two different times, you never seen a Betamax
I had a trunk full of raw, hah, you can't relate to that
Only thing your mama could do is pray you make it back
It's all good, fam, though, I'm 'bout to write a paperback
These my maneuvers, I'm not what you're used to
I was up 5 a.m. selling dope with the roosters
Now I got the book deal, Simon, Schuster
That's what I like to hear, they don't like me out of fear
Yeah, I heard you loud and clear, don't worry, I'm out of here
Y'all faking, I'm baking, baby, like granny's casserole
Bad man, your bad hand, you had to fold
Me and her was on Canal Street with a bag of gold
But I ain't have a car yet, I had to put a cab on hold
The cab company knew Harlem a new way
I told 01, "It's gonna be a new day"
Now I'm on the throughway, Shook playing 2K
Me, I'm sheet shopping for Donna Fogata duvets
Wells Fargo then hit Chase
Bank of America, ten homes in six states
I ain't here to dictate, but shout to all the inmates
And bad bitches looking at the video with this face
Or home doing this dance
Bracelets, watches, to me they just wristbands
Somebody get Cam', I'm leaning like a kickstand
Shooter named Britt, we call him Brett, he the hitman
We don't leave no witnesses, we ain't doing scrimmages
So tell me what the business is
Y'all turned me into this
Flee, no hot wings, but I'm blue cheesing
You grieving, welcome back, new season
You come around me, you see jewelry, smell coupes
In a drop top, the top drop, it fell, oops
'Cause I had more keys than any janitor belt loop
Let's talk about it, vehicles, jets, boats, skis
Veteran, these vegetarians ain't getting no cheese
Bitch said I'm rude, self-centered, I'm like, "Ho, please, I'm all that"
Yeah, she called back, baby, won't leave
"Why you put up with me?" I'm talking directly to her
'Cause I'm a fly nigga, still wear a car like a fur
I spin the block, it's a blur, my coke make you stop and just slur
But if it's a rock you prefer, I bought a pot and I stir
Stir, I'm talking wrist game, whip game
Slinging crack, "Bring It Back" is my nickname
Sweet Cie, Leonardo, talking 'bout DiCaprio
I will take a supermodel, turn her to her happy ho
Shout to Stetsasonic, baby girl, call me daddy-yo
400K in furniture, that's just on the patio
I don't do the chatty-patties, I will pull the ratty gladly
Get burned with this radiator, ask you say, "I'm baddy, yo"
West Side Harlem nigga, hung in El Barrio
You can ask Dave, Rox, Skee, the homie Gary
Or the Genovese crime family, Mark Raymario
Only Black nigga eight in rails, Pleasant Avenue
But y'all know I'm Lenox Avenue, that's facts and true
They love me like they love Boosie in Baton Rouge
Another level of this money, honey, had to tap into
Who better than the kid from Harlem, baby, is what I'm asking you?
Now she want eye contact, steady flirting
Lollipop in her mouth, the girl steady slurping
Told me her head was fire, shit, I said, "You certain?"
She said, "I'm certain," yeah, right, bet a Birkin
Got on her knees, can't lie, her neck was working
I'm 'bout to bust, grabbed her hair, now I had him jerking
She smiled, sheesh, I respect the smirking
But I told her, "My nut made you a better person"
Pounce, that's my bitch, we play like that
And my bitch got a bitch, bitch, we play like that
You don't like my lifestyle, I'm okay with that
We from two different times, you never seen a Betamax
I had a trunk full of raw, hah, you can't relate to that
Only thing your mama could do is pray you make it back
It's all good, fam, though, I'm 'bout to write a paperback
These my maneuvers, I'm not what you're used to
I was up 5 a.m. selling dope with the roosters
Now I got the book deal, Simon, Schuster
That's what I like to hear, they don't like me out of fear
Yeah, I heard you loud and clear, don't worry, I'm out of here
Y'all faking, I'm baking, baby, like granny's casserole
Bad man, your bad hand, you had to fold
Me and her was on Canal Street with a bag of gold
But I ain't have a car yet, I had to put a cab on hold
The cab company knew Harlem a new way
I told 01, "It's gonna be a new day"
Now I'm on the throughway, Shook playing 2K
Me, I'm sheet shopping for Donna Fogata duvets
Wells Fargo then hit Chase
Bank of America, ten homes in six states
I ain't here to dictate, but shout to all the inmates
And bad bitches looking at the video with this face
Or home doing this dance
Bracelets, watches, to me they just wristbands
Somebody get Cam', I'm leaning like a kickstand
Shooter named Britt, we call him Brett, he the hitman
We don't leave no witnesses, we ain't doing scrimmages
So tell me what the business is
Y'all turned me into this
Flee, no hot wings, but I'm blue cheesing
You grieving, welcome back, new season
